A, slightly shorter than you, figure stands to take in the scene at the tavern. Within the worn grey robe, and thick, long multi-hued hair sprouted a large, round nose and a pipe. Immediately, he is drawn to the bar. Taking a quick measurement of the bag, by a glance, he spills out a bag of gold coins. "If it's drinking you want, then drinkin you'll get. I must warn you though, unless you have an unfathomably endurance, you will be drunk very soon."

The smile never left his face as he tipped his usual drink, immediately served by the bar tender: ale.

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Conan! What are three great things in life?

To crush your enemies; to have them flee before you, and to hear the lamenations of their women.

A slender samurai sporting two swords and wearing his war armor complet with flag kicks down the door. "oops......sorry." He then puts the door back up on it hinges and sits and the bar "sake!" he yelled and took of his war helmet a liquid thicker than water and darker like blood driped off the samurais armor. "Hail newcomer don't mind the erhm....fools....nor you mind the bodys of my enemys outside hah...." the samurai looked down and tilled the whole bottle of sake back and then walked over and sat crosse-legged at the fire warming his hands.

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Many people say that no power can bring the mountains low. Many people are fools.

OOC: What are you talking about?! Samurais were expected to wear armor in battle. They HAD to wear their weapons, but they didn't have to wear armor except in battle. They could, but they didn't have to.